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“Sure, it’s possible,” Lowell said, frowning. “But we didn’t find any sign of Sabin making it to shore, not even a footprint. The only thing we noticed was where she dragged shells up from the beach on a tarp—” He stopped, his eyes meeting Charles’s.

“You fools!” Charles hissed. “Something had been dragged up from the beach and you didn’t check it out?”

They looked uncomfortable. “She said it was shells,” Ellis muttered. “I noticed that she did have some shells on the windowsills.”

“She didn’t act like she had anything to hide,” Lowell put in, trying to gloss things over. “I ran into her the next day while she was shopping. She stopped to talk, about the heat and things like that…”

“What did she buy? Did you look in her cart?”

“Ah, underwear and, uh, women’s things. When she checked out I saw a pair of jogging shoes. I noticed them because—” Suddenly he went a sickly shade.

“Because?” Charles prompted dryly.

“Because they looked too big for her.”

Charles glared at them, his eyes cold and deadly. “So. She dragged something up from the beach, something you didn’t investigate. Neither of you has been inside the house. She was buying shoes that were too big for her, possibly men’s shoes. If Sabin has been under our noses all this time and he’s escaped due to your bungling, I personally promise you that your future won’t be pleasant! Noelle!” he called.

She appeared immediately in the door. “Yes, Charles?”

“Call everyone in. We may have found Sabin.”

Both Lowell and Ellis looked sick, and both fervently hoped that this time they didn’t find Sabin. “What if you’re wrong?” Ellis asked.

“Then the woman may be frightened and upset, but nothing more. If she doesn’t know anything, if she hasn’t helped Sabin, then we have no reason to harm her.”

But Charles smiled when he said it, his eyes cold, and Ellis couldn’t believe him.

THE SUN HAD set, and twilight had brought out a loud chorus of frogs and crickets. Ebenezer Duck and his flock waddled around the yard, reaping the late afternoon harvest of insects, and Joe lay on the porch. Kell and Sullivan were now at the table, drawing diagrams and discussing plans; Rachel tried to work on the manuscript, but her mind kept wandering. Kell would be leaving soon, and dull misery throbbed inside her.

The flock of geese suddenly scattered, honking wildly, and Joe gave a single bark before he lunged off the porch. Kell and Sullivan acted as one, ducking away from the table and running soundlessly, on the balls of their feet, to the living room windows. Rachel bolted out of her office, her face pale, though she tried to be calm. “It’s probably just Honey,” she said, going to the front door.

“Honey?” Sullivan asked.

“The veterinarian.”

A white sedan pulled up in front, and a woman got out. Sullivan peered out the window and all the color washed out of his face. Resting his head on the wall, he swore quietly and at length. “It’s Jane,” he groaned.

“Hell,” Kell muttered.

Rachel opened the door to dart out and catch Joe, who was planted in the middle of the yard. But before Rachel could get out the door, Jane had walked around the car and into the yard. “Nice doggie,” she said cheerfully, patting Joe on the head as she passed.

Sullivan and Kell came out on the porch behind Rachel. Jane put her hands on her hips and glared at her husband. “Since you wouldn’t bring me with you, I decided to follow you!”

CHAPTER TWELVE

RACHEL LIKED JANE Sullivan on sight. Anyone who calmly petted Joe, then faced Grant Sullivan’s fury without blinking an eye, was someone Rachel would like to know. The two women introduced themselves, while Sullivan stood with his arms folded across his chest, his golden eyes shooting fi

re as he watched his wife from beneath lowered brows. “How did you find me?” he rasped, his voice low and almost soundless. “I made sure I didn’t leave a trail.”

Jane sniffed at him. “You didn’t, so I did the logical thing and went where you weren’t, and found you.” Turning her back on him, she welcomed Kell with an enthusiastic hug. “I knew it had to be you. No one else could have dragged him away. Are you in trouble?”

“A little,” Kell said, his black eyes filled with amuse­ment.

“I thought so. I came to help.”

“I’ll be damned,” Grant snapped.

Jane gave him a cool look. “Yes, you may be. Sneaking out and leaving me with the babies—”

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